Michael had always thought that he wouldn’t fear death. He’d been wrong. The idea of death didn’t bother him. The act of dying, however, was a whole different story. It didn’t matter that death had never been a mystery to him. He was just as scared of it as any other person would be.

Perhaps it was the eerie shriek of the motion detector, but the hairs on the back of her neck were suddenly standing on end. Something in the atmosphere had shifted. The air was a little too tense, too cold, and too still. So very still. A chilling and invisible presence filled the room, and at that moment, there was no doubt in Kate’s mind.The séance had worked.

Why do I get the feeling that this story doesn’t have a happy ending?” JT asked.Because stories that result in a haunting rarely do, Kate thought to herself. Someone always dies. Someone is always left behind. Someone is always caught between worlds.

Being haunted was kind of like having a puppy. You had to walk it, play with it, and leave the TV on so it wouldn’t get lonely. The only difference was that everyone wanted a puppy. Michael didn’t know anyone, except maybe Luke, who wanted a pet ghost.

What? You think that just because a woman doesn’t have a heartbeat, she can’t make a man fall in love with her?

Here in my circus, death comes to life!